Diaper messing

Awww what a relief

Awww what a reliefThe feline belongs to Yure16

Draw by Yoshdragon99

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Looks like someone forgot to take off the diaper before potty time.

But it seems like he have been holding it in for a wile. So i can understand how nice it feels when you finely can do your businesses :)

at lest he knows where to go when the time come. So he seems to have manage one step of the potty training process :)

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Magical Egg Hunt – ludisluteo

Aww looks like all this furry`s have found some very special easter eggs during there hunt. I bet they wish they newer found this curse magic eggs.

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Billy’s Fault Part 10

This story is written by Les Lea

Unknown to anyone except Edward Swinton (who had come up with this subterfuge), earlier Sandra had organised a slightly ‘doctored’ strawberry mix for when Lizzie made the boys their lunchtime drink. The planned flavoursome milkshake had a couple of additives that the chemist was sure would aid the boys into nap time and help release any control over their bladders. So, without even letting Lizzie in on it, the chemist made sure the boys were very wet by the time they woke up.

Despite the doctor advising Sandra from giving the boys dairy products Edward had convinced her that it was now safe for them to drink milk. He said this ‘delicious’ mix would put back vitamins and minerals that their illness had drained them of but, if things worsened, there was another special blend that could be included in juice that would also be helpful to their recovery.

He, like Sandra, wanted them to observe the timetable, become reliant on their nappies and dependent on adults. He wanted them to realise the necessity for them all.

Sandra had been easily swayed by the very persuasive chemist who saw it as further punishment for naughty boys, although he had no intention of telling her the truth about the yummy mix.

No, this was one little aspect of the enterprise he was keeping close to his chest. The less Sandra and the other parents knew about it, the better.

To Edward, it was just a little insurance to get the lads to cooperate. However, the bacteria still in their system continued to occasionally have fun at their host’s expense, so it wasn’t always necessary. Whilst the boys still wet and messed they could hardly complain about being treated as little kids… well that’s how Edward saw it.

After lunch the boys had been reluctant to have a nap. Aaron grumbled about being eleven and not needing a nap but Lizzie merely pointed to the timetable and said he was obviously wrong.

Eventually, she coaxed them onto various blankets set out under an awning so they could have some shade and insisted they at least rested.

Davey had gone very quietly and, with Dee-Dee in tow, quickly settled himself down next to her. Billy had also gone without so much as a shrug so it was up to Lizzie’s evil stare to finally convince the other two to take their place and settle down.

Despite them not being happy about it all, ultimately, and because of the heat and hectic play, Lizzie’s charges did fall asleep. She took great delight in watching over them and seeing the plastic cushion of their protection making them look like a bunch of big kindergarteners.

Unaware of the chemist’s little addition to the milkshakes Lizzie was surprised at how quickly they all fell asleep. Thankfully she hadn’t had any milkshake herself although Dee-Dee had. However, it was with a sense of relief that she saw them all slowly slipping into a good long nap.

She knew that maybe, apart from Billy, all the others were already soaked but that they would no doubt be even wetter once they lost any control whilst napping. Thanks to the doctored brew, she was correct. In one particular quiet moment she could hear the faint noise of pee meeting an already soaked nappy. The way Aaron was squirming, together with a look of sleepy satisfaction on his face; she assumed it must have been him. Of course, throughout their nap all the boys had added a fresh reservoir of pee to their padding. Unbeknownst to Dee-Dee she had also wet her knickers.

Resting amongst the other boys made it apparent just how small Billy was. His three friends seemed to have grown and looked ungainly wearing their protection, whilst on Billy it didn’t look out of place at all. In fact, if he’d been lying next to Dee-Dee he would have looked nearer her age than his friends. Lizzie wondered if he was still their ‘leader’ or if that position didn’t exist now they all had to wear nappies.

There was something else that perhaps went unnoticed by the small group of boys and that was Billy actually whispered a ‘Thank you’ to Lizzie after she’d changed him. Of course he’d thanked her in the past, his mother had insisted that he maintain his manners (under threat of a spanking), but now he’d done it without thinking in front of his mates. It was a very subtle change in his behaviour.

#

Whilst the boys slept a couple of Lizzie’s friends came over to see exactly what it was she was up to. She’d already sketched an outline of her ‘babysitting’ job for the summer but now it was a reality, her school mates wanted to see that she wasn’t exaggerating. Fifteen year-old Nancy had brought her little sister, six year-old Beth along to play with Dee-Dee and Shilpha, a mischievous, but the most beautiful girl in tenth grade, stared at the slumbering boys in disbelief. Both girls took out their mobile phones and started taking photos.

Never had they seen anything quite so disconcerting, yet unbelievably adorable. The girls smiled as Lizzie told them why they had been reduced to wearing nothing but protection and both visitors wished it was their overbearing brothers who were on the receiving end of such a fate. However, four well-padded eleven year-olds snoozing away was more than enough for them to want to be involved in Lizzie’s business.

Nancy had been friends with Lizzie since they started school together but Shilpha had been a surprising addition to their slowly expanding gang. It was said that Shilpha’s mother had been some kind of Miss India in her youth and, judging by the fine bone structure and dusky complexion of her daughter, that wasn’t difficult to believe. However, once Shilpha was relieved from the shackles of Asian home-life, she tended to immerse herself in rebelling at school in the only way she could.

Her grades were high, she looked stunning but needed something as an edge and found she got that by being in the company of the very ‘outrageous’ Lizzie.

Nancy and Lizzie were similar spirits and quite happy to take on the boys at their own game, whereas, Shilpha was far more astute. Boys, and many teachers, were in awe of her beauty, whilst her demure deportment and low voice, big eyes and shy smile were all used to great effect in deflecting suspicion away from the things she did. If the truth was known, Shilpha was far more cunning than Lizzie, whereas Lizzie was simply confrontational and angry.

Lizzie explained about the timetable and how all of them were under a strict regime that meant specific times for what they could do, where they could go and what would happen to them. The girls thought it was a wonderful idea and hoped it worked and when they were told that nap time was almost over they became quite animated.

Noting the timetable, and the fact that Lizzie was already organising a small pile of materials for each boy in preparation, they expressed a desire to help with the changes. Their friend could think of no good reason, as both had younger siblings whom they had changed at some time or other, for them not to be involved.

#

Dee-Dee was the first up, gently shaken by Beth who wanted to play. It took a few moments for her to get her bearing’s but then realised that she’d actually wet herself whilst napping. She knew she should have worn a nappy and now it was too late. Angrily she went inside, cleaned herself up and because Beth was waiting changed into another pair of nylon knickers. However, she decided that in future she’d wear protection like the boys, she hated the thought of waking up and seeing she’d peed everywhere.

She and Beth collected a couple of dolls from her room and took them outside to play. Dee-Dee’s visitor asked why Billy and his friends were dressed as babies.

“They’ve all been very naughty,” she whispered, “which made them wet themselves. So… now… they have to wear…” She indicated their puffy plastic pants.

“Oh… I haven’t worn a nappy since I was two.” She said proudly.

“I don’t mind,” Dee-Dee said with a shrug.

Beth didn’t really understand what her friend was saying so they just went and found a spot in the sun slightly away from the sleeping gang, and began a game with their dollies.

#

Aaron was the first of the boys to wake up, surprised that he’d actually fallen asleep and feeling a finger poking at the front of his nappy. It took a couple of seconds to realise it was Lizzie checking on just how wet he was, so it was with alarm that he swatted her hand away at the same instant he saw the other grinning girls.

“Hey… what’s going on?”

“Well sweetie, you’re soaking wet and it’s time for a nappy change.”

Lizzie smiled sweetly and inferred he should lie out and let her get on with it.

“But, but, ermmm… I can do it myself…” Then through gritted teeth added, “I don’t need a fucking audience.”

The girls crowded around as Lizzie placed her hand firmly on his chest.

“You don’t get to make that decision and what did your parents say about arguing with me.”

Her fiery stare made Aaron gulp but he wasn’t done protesting. He knew who these other girls were. He knew them from school but most of all he didn’t like the fact that Shilpha, the most stunning girl in school (and possibly the world), was inspecting him wearing a nappy – a soaked nappy at that.

Once again Lizzie tried to grip the top of his bloated plastic pants but he wasn’t having it.

“There’s no fucking way I’m getting my nap… er, ummm, no way is this going to happen with people watching.”

And he gripped defensively onto his shiny pants.

Meanwhile, the others began to come round from their nap. They were also stunned to see that Lizzie’s friends had arrived, which made them try to conceal their own bloated protection.

Meanwhile, they watched the proceedings with Aaron intently.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Voiced a suspicious sounding Dave.

“My friends are here to help.”

“But, but, errrmmm… what… ummm…”

#

Whatever it was that Dave wanted to say didn’t make it out as he watched Lizzie get up and put three more black marks against Aaron’s name.

“That makes five Aaron and you know what happens when you reach that number don’t you?”

This time Lizzie fixed him with a steely stare. He certainly didn’t want a spanking now, in front of these girls or for that matter in front of his friends.

“Look,” he said trying to appeal to her, “I was taken by surprise that’s all but, no one said that there’d be other people involved… er… can’t I just…”

Lizzie stood towering over him and repeated. “Babies don’t get to decide when and where they’re changed, as long as it’s by a responsible adult and, as far as you’re concerned,” she emphasised the word, “my friends are way more adult than any of you.”

She stared intimidatingly at the small but worried looking group of boys almost daring them to argue. All she could really see were a group of eleven year-olds trying desperately to hide their swollen protection from her friends.

“You’re all soaking wet.”

She wasn’t prepared to take any nonsense from them, nor was she willing to have her authority flouted in front of her mates.

“As you can see from the timetable, it’s time to change your sodden nappies… and that’s just what’s going to happen.”

Meanwhile, she called Dee-Dee over who had been quietly playing with Beth and whispered something, which sent her off into the house.

Lizzie was in her element now she could bully and scare kids and immediately saw how the boys adopted defensive rather than aggressive positions.

They were all scared and the initial bluster had quietened down to just discontented mumblings.

“Aaron you’ll be first, you’re very saturated and if we leave it you’ll get a rash and neither you nor your parents will be pleased about that. Now stop fussing like a two year-old.”

He tried to scramble away but with a nod from Lizzie her two girlfriends grabbed an arm each and pinned him down. She sat on his legs and immediately pulled his plastic pants down his wriggling legs. He was pleading with her to stop and was surprised at how strong the girls were as they held him firm despite his squirming body.

“Please, please… PLEASE…” Aaron pleaded but his shiny pants were already resting down by his ankles and Lizzie was pulling away at the tapes.

“Stop fidgeting you silly boy… the sooner we get this done the sooner you’ll be able to go and play.”

She made it sound like he was a tot throwing a tantrum over nothing.

“You can’t stay in something this wet you’ll get a terrible rash. Now stop it” She added firmly.

She pulled away the sodden disposable, which in truth wouldn’t have lasted another wetting, and revealed his genitals.

Aaron, embarrassed, was crying now and had his eyes tightly closed hoping that the humiliation would soon be over. What he missed was the arrival back of Dee-Dee armed with her mother’s ‘spanking spoon’.

Pinned down by the girls he’d more or less given up trying to stop what was happening. In so doing he relaxed slightly and Lizzie took the opportunity to climb off his legs and pull his feet back over his head. This made his naked bottom an easy target for what was to come next.

Six swift smacks with the wooden spoon soon had Aaron screaming in agony. He’d been surprised by this action and couldn’t defend himself at all. The other boys looked on in horror but Lizzie made sure he was aware that swearing, arguing and being none cooperative was definitely something to be avoided.

The other’s shook with fear. Up until then the black marks had only been a threat now they could see (and hear) that it was more than that. A shiver of realisation swept through them all and that prompted yet more pee to spurt into their already waterlogged nappies.

#

Aaron’s sobbing took on an ethereal, hopeless tone as Lizzie spread on the thick ointment and showered him with baby powder. Huge sighs of resignation accompanied the rustling as she unfolded his clean disposable. To Aaron’s and the rest of the boy’s surprise, she made a few slashes in it and lay it down. Then she unfurled a second one and inserted the slashed to make it double thick.

The girls still held his arms tightly and were doing their best not to find the whole thing amusing but a sneaky snigger escaped Nancy, which set of Shilpha so that both were enjoying Aaron’s predicament far too much. He didn’t want to show how upset he was, or that their ridicule had got to him but his eyes weld up and a huge wail of desolation could be heard as Lizzie slipped back up his slippery plastic pants.

Lizzie admonished her friends and their chuckling ceased. She held Aaron in her arms and gently tried to placate the traumatised boy.

“There, there sweetheart,” she said with gentleness and understanding. The sympathetic Lizzie had returned.

“It’s all over and you’ll feel a lot better now you’re in something dry.”

She hugged him and rocked him patting his naked legs for a couple of moments before he struggled to get away.

“OK Aaron, you go off and play whilst I get these other wet tykes into something drier.”

Nancy, Shilpha, do you think you could sort Mitch and Billy out while I see to Davey?”

They both nodded.

#

Although all three of the boys were terrified by this new situation none of them dare object after witnessing what happened to Aaron. So, despite the fact that they squirmed and resisted as much as possible, without actually putting up a fight, they let themselves be changed.

Mitch closed his eyes and pretended it was his mum doing the business. Nancy was thorough, whilst also enjoying the situation of making an eleven year-old boy ill at ease, she spent a little bit too much time rubbing in the ointment around his genitals.

Once he got a stiffy she seemed pleased and that was her signal to make sure he was wrapped, frustrated, in his thick, well bolstered fabric nappy. She enjoyed seeing his excited boy parts being hidden behind such thick padding and took great delight in fastening the huge pins to hold him snugly. She wished she could do that to all the males in her life – brothers, annoying cousins and every boy at school.

As she pulled up his blue plastic pants and smoothed them into place she just loved the way the silky bulge removed any indication of his genitalia. He was now, for all intents and purposes, a sexless little boy and she couldn’t have been happier. Satisfied with her work, she patted his cushioned bum and told him he could now go off and play.

Lizzie looked across at a job well done and without any argument or dissent from Nancy’s victim.

“Well done Mitch,” she nodded at him in validation. “I think we can put a star next to your name.”

Despite the fact he thought it was beneath him to react, he was feeling pretty pleased with himself for receiving a star after the miserable start to the day. That soaked, hanging nappy had been a pain, even if he was loathed to admit it. The truth was, now he was dry he felt a lot happier.

#

Shilpha eyed Billy who was looking both anxious and shy. The school’s most beautiful girl was about to change him so he was caught on the horns of a dilemma. Part of him was pleased she was going to be changing him, whilst another part thought that was the only way she’d ever look at him in the future – a baby, in a wet nappy, needing help.

Even though she’d changed him lots recently he knew he couldn’t ask Lizzie to do it, it would be a huge insult to Shilpha and he simply dare not offend her. Obviously his sister was playing a game with him, perhaps trying to make sure he felt embarrassed, but he desperately wanted this divine girl to like him so decided not to put up any objection.

He smiled weakly as the ever efficient ‘Indian goddess’ indicated a space next to her. An appropriate pile of nappies and stuffers were nearby as were the lotions and powders needed.

Nervously Billy lay down and she started to undo the snaps down each side of his thick robust pants.

“These look splendid,” Shilpha’s eyes went large as if sharing a secret. “Like a Knight’s armour… only better… and slinkier.”

Billy’s heart raced from such praise from this incredible young woman, whilst at the same time worrying she’d change her mind once the results of his soaked nappy were observed.

It was a surprise that once the snaps were released his nappy seemed to expand and bulge out, it was a wonder so much wet fabric could have been so easily contained.

Although she loved the fact that Billy was under her control and his naked little body was hers to do with as she felt fit, she wanted to do this first change correctly. She thought she herself mi9ght be embarrassed to begin with but watching Nancy and Lizzie just jump straight in had given her even more confidence.

“My you are a wet little boy,” she smiled down at her responsibility.

Billy didn’t like being called ‘little’ but smiled back as sweetly and as innocently as he could.

“No wonder your mummy needs to keep you in nappies.”

Of course no one knew that the reason for such a soaking was the ‘modified’ milkshake that had lessened their control. It was a miracle that he hadn’t leaked, although he looked over at Davey and saw he was having problems with Lizzie.

#

Whilst Davey had slept, happily hugging onto Dee-Dee, the potent mix had got to work and in a strange act of co-operation with the bacteria in his system, had made for a completely unintentional and oblivious mess to deposit itself in his protection.

When he slowly returned to consciousness, having slept really heavily, and finding his little partner now playing with someone her own age, he tried to pretend he was still asleep whilst the

Aaron business was going on around him. Eventually, he had to take notice but he guiltily knew what was residing in his nappy and was scared of what everyone would say when it came his turn to be changed.

He was quite grateful that it was Lizzie who was going to do the duty, as he wouldn’t have been able to cope with his embarrassment if it was either of her friends. As it was, he was more than a little anxious as to what Lizzie might say and the thought of a messy, stinking nappy being available for all to see (and ridicule) left him a very sad and worried little boy indeed.

When it came to his turn and Lizzie had patted the change mat by her side for him to take his place, he nervously toddled over and very quietly whispered in her ear.

“Sorry Lizzie but I’m afraid… erm… ummm… I’ve…” He let out a heavy sigh almost unable to say the words.

Of course he’d messed himself at home and that often was followed by a spanking, but at least he was changed from his smelly nappy quickly. Now, although he wanted out of it equally speedily, he was shy of the others seeing.

“Ummm, would it be poss… er… can you… ermmmm…”

He knew he’d after admit to what he’d done even though he was sure Lizzie knew what the problem was.

“I’ve messed my pants, umm, do you think I could be changed in… erm… um… private… PLEASE?”

Lizzie did have some sympathy for him; he’d been the model member at the ‘summer camp’ throwing himself into the games, involving Dee-Dee and not protesting at all. But, and this was the main thing Lizzie thought, if she showed favouritism and allowed his request, that would be unfair on the others and also set a precedent she didn’t want.

“I’m sorry Davey. I can see why you might want that to happen but I suspect that we might have quite a lot of these little accidents so I need to set the way things are done so no one is in any doubt.”

She could see the tears bubbling up and his quiet pleading didn’t have the reaction he desired.

“Look, don’t worry. Like Billy was the first to have his nappy changed you just happen to be the first to have a messy nappy changed… you’re a pioneer, an episode of Star Trek – Bravely Going

Where No Man Has Gone Before – don’t worry, no one will think anything bad about you. I’m sure they’ve all had a stinky bottom recently so they’ve nothing to feel superior about…”

She left it there as she slowly pulled down his nursery print pants and set about cleaning the poor distraught and embarrassed boy. He had the urge to cling on as he felt them being tugged down but knew from experience that way led to a red bottom so, reluctantly, let Lizzie do her thing.

The other three boys had been changed and sent off to play so unfortunately Davey was now surrounded by all three older girls (Beth and Dee-dee were playing with some dolls on the lawn far away) so became the focus of their attention.

Lizzie hadn’t realised just how her hormones were swinging her moods – one minute evil and out to embarrass, the next quiet and understanding.

The girls pressed around Davey as he, like all the other, screwed his eyes tightly closed and hoped that would make him invisible. Nancy passed Lizzie the ointment and powder when needed, whilst Shilpha unravelled a new and rather sweet disposable.

Dave’s mother had left a whole stack of new but very juvenile disposables for him to wear whilst at the Southall’s. They were snug fitting and had little bears all over them which faded once he was wet. She’d also made sure her ‘little boy’ was well padded by including a mass of thick soaker pads to be included under the nappy.

The girls were all very encouraging but still spoke to him as if he was a three year-old. Telling him what a good boy he was and how brave he was being and such stuff. Davey could have quite happily died.

This story is written by Les Lea

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Chapter 9

Chapter 11

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Were gonna need a bigger pamp

Were gonna need a bigger pamp Left his brother to play jaws with a friend turns out his friend got the bad ending.

Draw and everything by Xepher777

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I Sure think we can call this a super bad ending :( Poor thing looks like his friend ended up in this sharks diaper.

It sure is one stinky load that he have released here into the waiting diaper.

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With friends like these

With friends like theseOrder by kwratster

Draw by Small_Circles

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Poor dragon it seems like someone have ended up wearing one very special diaper here. That seems to regressing him and the same time clean his system.

I bet someone looking forward to a diaper change to be back to something clean and not heavy to wear.

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Its called a Crinkle sweetheart

Its called a Crinkle sweetheartOrder ? chuckybb

Draw by ? chuckybb

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Looks like someone going to have three messy diapers to change here.

But it seems like it is only one that is happy whit the current situation.

Nick and Judy sure have some things to get use to here.

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Loud Baby

Loud BabyI just got put down for a nap in my crib when I felt a big grumble in my tummy. Just going to hike my tail and push and…

The raccoon and above text by Mark-the-raccoon

Draw by wonderingwolf18

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Awww poor raccoon looks like someone have ended up whit a pretty messy explosion in his diaper :( Looks like his mother is going to have allot of cleaning to do now.

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Billy’s Fault Part 9

This story is written by Les Lea

Thanks to Sandra’s suggestions, and particularly this group of naughty boys, the local pharmacist was doing terrific business. He’d sold things there’d been very little interest in before. Not only had she cleared him out of his supply of teenage incontinence equipment, she’d also put in orders for considerably more. His own, latent interest in the subject had been revitalised by this incredible woman who had swept into his store with ideas about how to rein in an unruly son.

Mr Edward Swinton, the thirty-five year-old chemist had, off and on, been a fan of nappies himself. From an early age he’d loved the feel of the chunky material between his legs and gripping his groin. He’d gone through times when he couldn’t stop his craving to wear and he’d buy himself loads of stuff only to find that, riddled with guilt, he’d destroy it all and wish he didn’t have these ‘shameful’ impulses. However, with Sandra’s enthusiasm for using nappies as a punishment realised he could get behind that idea; he would punish himself by wearing again.

Sandra’s zealous pursuit of finding a solution to Billy’s attitude had taken her beyond reason although she didn’t recognize that fact. Now that she had the chemist eagerly expressing his support for her actions, together they formulated a plan of action with the tools to deliver it. The thick fabric nappy, combined with heavy duty see-thru plastic pants had been Edward’s idea but it had been a suggestion Sandra had picked up on with delight. She could see Billy wearing them all the time and although he might be embarrassed, he’d look so darn cute.

This was one of her driving forces. In her eyes, recent time in messy nappies had reduced Billy to a loving big baby. Her thoughts of when just a toddler, and just how sweet he was then, filled her head… she loved getting those times back. She and her daughters had worked hard to return Billy to those days. She was in no hurry to see him grow up. So, seeing her growing son dressed in nappy and plastic pants kept him nicely under her influence and, in her head at least, the sweet child she remembered.

It was truly amazing how quickly she’d gone from a fraught and unhappy mother into a vibrant force full of energy and ideas. She felt pleased with her accomplishments and, now with the backing of other parents and Mr Swinton, she knew she could make a difference.

When she brought other parents on board Edward Swinton was quick to broaden his product base so they had more options. None of them knew there was already a well-established market for ‘babyish’ items aimed at teens (and older), which he was able to rapidly access.

It was amazing. Once Sandra had planted the seeds of what she planned to do with her son, and the stuff that was available to her, the other parents became fascinated. Edward had overheard one part of a conversation she was having where she postulated the thought that they might never have the chance again to ‘reclaim control and re-set the button’. He’d been very impressed by her determination, and was even further amazed when other parents called in and inspected his merchandise to see what they could use on their own kids.

There were items he was unsure about, because they might lead people to suspect him of having a fetish for nappies of his own. This had been the thing that had scared him the most; other people knowing what he liked. However, now, with this Southall woman and her bizarre ideas, he was able to come to terms with his own desires.

He’d never been happier.

Under his smart grey trousers he wore a thick disposable with cartoon animals all over them. It felt wonderful dealing with customers whilst wriggling in their comfy embrace. Daringly he offered this design to several shoppers who thought they were just adorable. Pretty soon he had new clients who bought quite a few of his new colourful disposables, and it has to be said, more expensive designs.

The childish baby print pants, which Jean Thomas had latched onto, took the shop owner by surprise. Jean had been so pleased to find them and had declared they were just the thing needed to remind her son what a stupid little kid he’d been.

Meanwhile, the pharmacist had hopes that even more parents would take their teenage offspring to task and do the same for the rest of the town’s young ne’re-do-wells and keep them safely ensconced in masses of protection.

He was also keen to spread the word and although he didn’t mention Sandra Southall or the other parents by name, he spoke to other customers about what these ‘individuals’ were prepared to do to keep unruly youths under control.

He had visions of it not only becoming something between this handful of families but… a town wide… maybe… nationwide movement where parents regained their influence and put kids under massive restrictions.

These thoughts, hopes and desires occupied his mind as he looked at the fantastic new stock that filled his store. He writhed in his plastic pants and felt the loving hug of his thick nappy. He couldn’t help it; his profits had never looked so healthy. He was enjoying wearing again and was pleased to offer such a spectacularly specialist service to everyone. So, whilst it lasted he wanted to make the most out of this ingenious scheme.

#

Whilst the boys lay out in the garden enjoying milk and cookies tensions were overcome as they spoke about how they ended up wearing nappies. To begin with it seemed that what was the most embarrassing thing which had ever happened to them in their life was now something to boast about as they tried to outdo one and other’s ‘messy’ story.

There was a lot of laughter and many pained comments of ‘Uuurghhh’, ‘Gross’, ‘Bluuurghh’ and other such yukky noises. That is except for one.

Dave was the most reluctant to give his account but when he spoke about the beatings he’d taken since that first ‘unpleasant’ accident, the others reacted in horror at the way he’d been dealt with.

All agreed that the treatment they were now receiving was grossly unfair, especially as they should be out doing what kids their age should be doing in the summer break. Their illness had already eaten into the long school vacation so they were desperate not to waste any more time.

Only Dave admitted feeling guilty to the nuisance and fuss he’d caused and looking down at his shiny vinyl baby pants, he burst into tears and mumbled how sorry he was to no one in particular.

From the moment Jean and William had realised his mess was a self-induced problem their sympathy evaporated. Dave’s belligerent stance and off-hand reaction to his parent’s concerns was met with equal dismay, whilst they adopted a firm and unyielding approach to making him see the error of his ways.

They had come down on him like a ton of bricks and that first beating was only a taster to the ones that followed. He just didn’t learn and even though his butt was glowing red continued with arrogance towards his sister and parents best described as self-destructive. What followed was a steady increase in his punishment until he got the message. It took a few days but now his lack of defiance and the fact that he is reduced to wearing a nappy showed his parents meant business.

He’d hardly reacted when on arrival at the Southall’s his daddy eased down his little protecting shorts to leave him wearing just his nappy and plastic pants. He dare not argue. He dare not do anything that might irritate his parents. Embarrassing as it was, he just stood there in his nursery print pants and inwardly sobbed, grateful at least that the others were also in nappies.

The world of eleven year-old David Jonathan Thomas was reduced to that of a small child waddling around in his thick juvenile clothing. At home a nappy was all he was allowed to wear because his parents treated him as a naughty, incontinent toddler. He would have to behave himself and meet their criteria before they’d let him back to being an eleven year-old. The problem… he didn’t know what that criteria was.

It was Dee-Dee who saw how much pain Dave was in and it was she who shuffled over and put her arm around his shoulder in comfort. It was an action that would never have occurred to the other boys but it was one that Dave appreciated from Billy’s little sister.

“Don’t cry Davey,” Dee-Dee whispered, “I like your plastic pants“.

She gently stroked the slippery bulk, partly to reassure him and partly in appreciation.

“I wish I had some like them…”

She continued with her hug.

Dave welcomed this act of compassion even though he’d have given his own younger sister hell had she attempted it, well in the past he would now he’d just have to put up with it. Of course she never would and had been most jubilant at the fall of her brother from an aggressive, loud-mouthed egotist to a whimpering and very subdued baby. She felt and acted his superior and, with the backing of his parents, relished treating him as a helpless infant.

Meanwhile, as there was a break in proceedings, Lizzie realised just how much work keeping an eye on four boys was going to be, so, whilst in the kitchen organising lunch, called around to a couple of friends on her new mobile phone and invited them over.

Back in the garden, and after the rotten time he’d had with his parents, this little touch of friendliness and understanding from Dee-Dee really got to Dave and he hugged her back. His friends didn’t know what was going on but thought he must be a big baby if he sought solace from a six year-old. His weepy eyes and quivering bottom lip only adding to the overall look of some little lost soul.

Billy himself had over the last few days been comforted by his little sister on occasions and, even though he understood Dave’s situation, reluctantly agreed with Aaron and Mitch that, although he’d been through a rough patch, he shouldn’t let himself be seen by the rest of the ‘gang’ being consoled by a little kid.

It looked weird. Eleven year-old Dave blubbing in his infantile plastic pants and being comforted by a young girl who at that moment looked far more grown up than he was. Another thing, because Lizzie had gone inside and wasn’t watching, Aaron and Mitch thought it safe enough and made mocking ‘wah-wah’ crying baby noises. Billy didn’t join in.

Dee-Dee just hugged the weeping boy more and stuck her tongue out at the ridiculing couple. She really did like the sweet little nursery print pants which, because of the morning sun, were warm to touch and the fact they stretched tightly over his padding made them shine quite brightly.

She looked over to Mitch, his father’s spanking now forgotten, as he nibbled the last of his cookie and continued to chat with the others. Like Davey’s, his plastic pants gleamed a very glossy blue in the sunlight and looked tightly bound around his nappy. Similarly, Aaron’s opaque white pants were strained in some places as they hugged tightly to his thick disposable. In other places they were a bit looser, which meant there was room for more padding should it be needed. All this Dee-Dee took in with just one quick searching look and for the briefest of brief moments a thought crossed her mind.

It seemed strange that boys dressed in thick nappies and glowing plastic pants should have such a mean attitude to another boy similarly clad. They were acting like spoilt little brats and at that moment she felt like the only grown up around.

#

Although the garden was full of toys and games it had all been deliberately kept at a juvenile level. It had been Sandra’s idea that, to begin with at least, as the boys were dressed as toddlers, that should be how they were treated. So, nearly all their youthful independence was taken away as were the trappings of teen (well almost teen) paraphernalia: No bikes, no video games, no mobile phones, no Xbox, no jeans, sneakers… nothing that would give them any sense of autonomy. They would entertain themselves with their imagination and the simple, childish things provided.

Meanwhile, the timetable would be what controlled their lives.

Nappies and nap times were to be strictly enforced, as were regular nappy checks whether in public or private. A sopping wet boy could lead to nappy rash and that would mean more work. So, an eye had to be kept on not leaving them in such a state too long. However, thanks to her friendly pharmacist, Sandra had found a particular strong and thick ointment that once applied, kept the dampness off the skin for quite some time. She’d also found a baby powder that smelled more wonderful than Johnson’s and liked to make sure Billy was well covered in both since his new pharmacist-recommended outfit came into play.

Both Sandra and Lizzie had been happily surprised when the boys arrived that their parents had already done the hard work by making sure the boys were suitably dressed. Nappy and plastic pants on a schoolboy really did reduce them to a more amenable level and the lack of bravado was a pleasure to witness.

Individually the boys had been dealt with in slightly different ways but now life was going to be incredibly regimented. If they thought life was already too restrictive they were about to find that it could… and would get worse.

Dee-Dee reported the mocking behaviour of Mitch and Aaron to Lizzie who didn’t even question them or take them to task. She simply picked up her black marker and put two crosses next to their names. She then put one black mark next to Billy’s.

“Why’ve you done that? We ain’t done nothing…” It was Mitch who voiced his protest.

Lizzie didn’t explain merely suggesting that couldn’t be the case or they wouldn’t be getting black marks.

There were moans and shrugs from Mitch, who still hadn’t quite grasped that he couldn’t get away with his usual behaviour and was angry to see a third black cross added next to his name.

Mitch looked daggers across at Dave and Dee-Dee who were quietly chatting to each other. Billy pulled a face at Aaron as if to say ‘I have no idea what’s going on’, who quickly seemed to find an interest in his voluminous plastic pants. He had no intention of making eye contact with Lizzie in case it resulted in another black mark.

Soon Dee-Dee was collecting the empty cartons of milk and Lizzie was encouraging them to start playing together again. However, the mood had changed a bit and it took all her efforts to get a simple game of ‘piggy in the middle’ going.

To start with the boys were more than a little lethargic but Lizzie simply said if they didn’t start to ‘buck up’ then further black marks would be added every 15 minutes until they did.

Lizzie knew what she was doing and how her threat would work. To begin with, like when they arrived, it would take a little while to get things going. However, once they forgot why they were stalling and just playing, they’d soon be back into the swing of things. It worked.

#

None of the boys wanted to admit it but all of them had pretty damp nappies. Billy’s was the worst and he knew it wouldn’t be long before it began to be even more apparent as the evidence would be seen through his see-thru plastic pants. It was a good hour before lunch and the change wasn’t scheduled until after one. He knew if he left it too long he’d get in to trouble for that and also his mates would see. He nervously waddled over to Lizzie and asked for an early change.

“Well Billy, I think you are being very brave to be the first of your little group to ask…” Lizzie was speaking so all could hear, “so let’s get you into a clean and dry nappy shall we?”

Billy was embarrassed by her little speech but hoped that at least he’d be soon dry and that would make him feel better. However, he hadn’t bargained for what was to come.

“Dee-Dee,” Lizzie called, “can you bring out the changing mat and supplies for Billy please?”

Billy looked at her in disbelief.

“Errmm you’re not going to change me out here… ummm… in front of my…?” He asked incredulously.

“Of course,” Lizzie replied with a broad grin, “it’s such a lovely day and a bit of fresh air will do you no harm at all.”

“But that’s not fair. Please take me to my room and do it… please… please…” he begged.

“Don’t be silly Billy. Babies don’t care where they’re changed so nor should you.”

Her implication was obvious and anxious tears formed in his eyes as Dee-Dee arrived back with a pile of supplies.

Billy was desperate to get as far away from his sisters as he could but it wasn’t going to happen, he was going to be humiliated by having his nappy changed in front of his school buddies.

As Lizzie had a tight grip on his wrist, he wasn’t going to be able to run anywhere soon.

Dee-Dee lay out the plastic change mat and piled the fresh fabric nappies and stuffers next to the containers of anti-rash cream and powder.

Lizzie was already unsnapping his thick clear plastic pants to reveal a very soaked nappy underneath.

“Ohh Billy, you’re soaked… you should have mentioned it earlier…”

Lizzie pretended more concern than what she intended but then a shiver ran through her body as she realised that it was her responsibility to keep her ‘babies’ dry. This real concern overpowered here pretend concern so now she was desperate to make sure Billy was quickly clean and dry and able to continue playing.

It was a weird time as Billy closed his eyes in the hope that by shutting his friend out of the line of sight, he somehow would become invisible. Meanwhile, Lizzie became over protective and lavished a huge amount of cream around his nappy area before pinning him into his thick, dry terry nappy. She snapped the studs together making his nappy impregnable thanks to the solid piece of solid plastic armour and gently eased him to his feet.

Meanwhile, his three friends looked on in amazement as their once leader was stripped, cleaned and re-nappied before their eyes. All of them had experienced the same activity in their own homes but somehow it seemed strange witnessing it here and now, in a garden, under the sun and with absolutely no privacy. Any thought of ridiculing Billy was swiftly forgotten when they realised that was the way they’d be changed when their time came.

As Billy hadn’t made a fuss Lizzie rewarded him with the first star next to his name. She then patted his padded butt and asked if anyone else was in need of a change. The others were still nervous about any of it so were reluctant to admit sitting in their wet protection.

Standing in his back garden, the sun beating down and wearing barely little more than his protection Billy felt so much better. Being the first meant his embarrassment was, to a certain extent, over and it was one less thing to worry about. Although he could feel the huge padding between his legs and the tightness that surrounded his groin, he felt safe. It was a feeling he’d begun to acknowledge every time he was put into plastic pants. That firm embrace and added dry bulk added to a strange and intoxicating sensation which made him feel light-headed and happy. What was perhaps even stranger was that when he saw he’d gotten a star next to his name a burst of pride seemed to permeate his body and he stood tall and proud… and eager for more stars.

This story is written by Les Lea

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